Lurgy Blues.

I could have sworn it would be spelt "lergie". It's not. Its L U R G Y . If that was the million dollar question I'd have lost it.

I've had it now. Three days sweating hot and cold hot and cold hot and cold and hot and then cold and then hot again. Yeah, I'm sure you have imagined me in more pleasant lights - but if I have to suffer.... ;-)

I'm bored now. And well pissed off. I don't really have time to be unwell, you know what I mean? World domination and all that? There just isn't any more time to hang about.... I was meant to visit the blessed North tomorrow and I have had to postpone it because of this dreaded lurgy. Anyway. Enough whinging. I'll survive, I'm a big girl now and a little bug is not going to kill me.

I was thinking about school today. Well, brought about largely by the fact that I found my old uniform recently. Which has been outed at various club/parties but rarely used for the job it was originally intended for. Well, that and the fact that my friend Petra sweetly pointed out how I had spelt hypercondriac wrongly. Hypochondriac.

I left the dastardly place very young - buggered off on my own adventure that was a lot more exciting and never sat an exam of any sort. Something I regretted for some time. Until I came to realise that bits of paper don't mean a right lot in the grand scheme of things and that any stupid tosser who might choose to put you down for not being "educated" even though the current system is churning out more morons than a MacDonald's training college might, is more than definitely a stupid tosser and why give a monkeys what a stupid tosser has to say about anything? "Skool is shit." Afraid this blog site don't come with virtual spray can.

Anyway, speaking of tossers I was having one of those obligatory musician's discussions (or misery sessions) the other day, this time about A&R men. Well I certainly had a few hell raiser stories to tell and so did she - I guess almost every one else who has worked in music probably has.

Anyhow, I found this joke.

Every Saturday morning three mates would meet in the park while walking their dogs. One was an Architect, one was an Engineer and the other was an A&R man. They decided to see who had the smartest dog, so they gave the three dogs some biscuits and told them to "Go to work". The Architect's dog took his biscuits and built a fabulous building.... The Engineer's dog took his biscuits and built a lovely bridge.... The A&R man's dog took his biscuits, crumpled them into powder, sniffed the powder up his nose, f**ked the other two dogs and went home early.

Good eh? Right, back to the sweat, tomorrow. XX